Author's Note

Annnnd im back into action. Im thinked, and decided that fanfic would be little shorty, but i still have some maneuever despite the ending i would make :D

Preparings and talkings

After sleeping, Alexander Raze decided to think about housing. After searching for a place, he finally came to a fairly open, and most importantly, according to calculations, safe place, the soldier began to think about temporary (or permanent) housing.

The very first thing that came to mind was to build a trench with a roof, so as not to bother too much, and build walls. Actually, even so it would be better than lying/sleeping on the street. Taking a shovel, he began to dig. After half a day of hard work, even with the help of psionics, he was able to dig a place for a mini-dugout. Now all that was left was the walls and the roof...

Quickly rushing to the outskirts of the Everfree, he cut down several trees. Cursing under his breath, he was finally able to make walls and a roof for his new home. The door, unfortunately, needs to be bought. For now, he'll have to cover the entrance with a rag and generously sprinkle everything with alarms and non-lethal traps... If everything is okay here, then about the work...

— Fuck... - Alexander sighed heavily. No door, no bed, nothing... and everything requires money. If he can somehow make a bed, just a frame and a lot of hay or other easily accessible material, then he'll really have to buy a door... In the name of God-Emperor, why didn't he die on this damned Flagship, and somehow got here?! He was used to living on a pre-arranged base, following orders from "Center" and Commander, and not arranging his life in an unknown corner of an unknown galaxy... Wiping his face with his sleeve, he thought that no one would accept him so easily, so he'd have to make primitive furniture, and give up on the door for now.

Without all this, the dugout was essentially ready. Well... at least no one would climb up to him so easily.

He decided to lie down, take a break from hard work, but there weren't enough materials even for a bed. After rummaging around in his pocket dimension, he found some tarpaulin and was able to hang it up with 2 primitive hooks, creating a hammock...

Finally, after suffering for a while, he somehow managed to fit inside his pseudo-hammock made of tarpaulin and decided to take a nap. It was unusually calm in the dream territory, some had just dreams, some had nightmares like coming to school and forgetting their homework at home. Everything was as usual, slightly passive and harmless. It turned out that it was pleasant to sleep on the hammock, all the warmth remained in the dugout, and the tarpaulin hammock itself could be closed like a cocoon. This made the sleep deeper, and the hammock itself was even soft and surprisingly comfortable, albeit in such a simple environment, but it was still a normal rest. This is what a person needs.

Having had a good night's sleep, Raze no longer looked like a squeezed lemon (even though he had a "burnout" from the war with the aliens, which he actually once said - he just wanted to take a break from all this shit). Not knowing what to do, he didn't even suspect what was happening in the capital of Equestria at that time.

Meanwhile, Canterlot.

While Alexander fulfilled his promise of non-interference, a quiet panic began in the Canterlot Castle hospital. It all started with the fact that a nurse came to check on an unusual patient - a strange creature, almost 2 meters tall, from which there was a direct "smell" of an aura of death and some military experience.
Actually, the creature was not in the medical ward. At first it seemed that he could have gone to the toilet, but he did not return either after 30 minutes or after an hour. After 1.5 hours, it finally became clear that he would probably not return here.

When the staff began a more detailed investigation, it turned out that the bandages were lying in a pile on the bed. What was surprising was that there was no blood at all, because wounds like this creature do not heal quickly. Unfortunately, no one saw him or when he left. Some smart ones figured that he could have left at night. On the other hand, then he would have definitely run into at least the palace guards, but the guards themselves behaved as usual, as if no one had passed by them.

As a result, they came up with the following picture:
1. No blood, but the bandages were removed
2. No one saw him until about nighttime. Evidence - the patient, according to the doctors who came to the ward, slept until the evening.
3. If he left at night, then even the guards did not notice him.

Actually, because of this evidence, it became clear that the patient left himself, at night, and even removed the bandages, while passing by the guards both in the palace and in the city. The situation was darkened by the fact that in the afternoon, a student of Princess Celestia herself, Twilight Sparkle, dropped in on them. And she came specifically about this creature... Do I need to say what happened when the doctors told her what was going on?

After that, Twilight Sparkle left the hospital, and after a while it was flooded with guards and detectives. Actually, it’s not surprising. Especially considering that the patient was clearly not of this world. Strange clothes that did not look like the luxurious outfits of aristocrats, nor like the tribal pieces of fabric of zebras... And he looked strange. In general, the creature is clearly rare, in Equestria for the first time, but for some reason and for some reason it escaped.

Returning to Raze.

Meanwhile, the man, having suffered from idleness for some time, did not know what to do. He needs to get in touch with a minimum, not to interfere with the canon... What should he do then?!

Lying on his back near the "house", looking at the sky, the psi-soldier still couldn't think of anything to do. In fact, the only thing he could do was to be consumed by his damned PTSD, received because of the aliens. The moment is not far off. when he will start having fierce nightmares and even some hallucinations, like those associated with the Battle of Washington... It is not even known what is worse - to die on the alien flagship sent into space, which was then destroyed into thousands of little pieces... or to be mentally and alive “raped” by his post-traumatic syndrome?!

Trying to think of at least something and finally decide what to do, the only thing that came to mind was to go to the lands of the griffins. But here again there was a problem, because it was not known how to get there. And in general: is the world made within the framework of the cartoon, or is there a layout a la "Equestria at war"?! He started cursing under his breath... Now he also has to look for a world map! Fuck!

Getting up from the grass, Alexander Raze started walking back and forth like a lost soul, trying to figure out what to do. A few minutes later, he spat on the ground, and walking almost without anything (“Lightly”, i would say), headed back to Ponyville

Having walked through the town, he reached the library in the oak and knocked. A few seconds later, Spike opened the door.

— Hello, can I come in? — the soldier asked.

— Hello, why do you need to come in? — Spike asked.

— I want to rummage around your library, and find a map.

— Ah... Well then, come in. — After that, Raze went inside and, looking around, began to examine the bookshelves. Considering Twilight's perfectionism, the shelves with books starting with the letter "M" were easy to find. Now all that was left was to find a map there, or an atlas of the world.

• Where are you... Oh, here it is! Finally! - Alexander sighed with relief and took the world atlas from the shelf. Turning the pages, he found a political map of the world of Equus and... the psionic's face darkened. After all, there was only Equus! Damn! The soldier took a breath and then leafed through the book completely. There was definitely nothing here! Only Equus, where all the races somehow get along from ponies to griffins and changelings with the beginning of an unknown desert. It was a fucking failure... Putting the book back on the shelf, Alex weakly thanked Spike and left.

On the way home, he thought about this situation and was a little confused. And what should he do now?! Taking off his underwear and running was not his style (Russian joke, dont mind)! But alas, there was nothing left to do but go to the royal treasury and try to find the political centers of all states there, including small ones, so that he would know at least roughly where to go. Unfortunately, there was no arrow with three funny letters (Also russian joke). Then he thought that this was a stupid idea, and decided to hide until he was victorious. At the same time, he needed to not go wild, preserve his combat and psi-skills, and also find a way to return... to his native dimension?

Returning home, his thoughts about returning to Earth inspired him a little. The next time Eris comes, he needs to puzzle this goddess-of-chaos-as-a-replacement-Discord about this issue. Right now, he quickly made targets and decided to shoot.

Taking his plasma machine gun, he aimed and fired a burst. A small "trrrrt" and a hiss in the distance. One of the targets was simply turned into nothing by this burst. After shooting for some more time, he realized that he had not lost his skills, but it was better to train sometimes. All that's left is to find something he can do while the canon is scrolling in the background or until Eris returns him home to Earth.

Or he can set off on a journey across Equestria, and maybe even find some ancient artifact? Well, so what? Technically there is a chance, at least there is some hope for a return!

Along with the hissing from the targets, small chuckles were heard behind Raze with a very familiar voice.

— Captain, the enemy is in this direction!

— Destroy this direction! — After that, she turned to the man.

— Hello! I wasn’t expected, but I came.

Raze turns around with his weapon at lightning speed, and sees Eris.

— Oh, fuck you!! What if i shot you? — asked the psionic.

“Even if you don’t give a shit about it a little.” — he immediately thought.

— You understand that it’s better not to scare veterans, right? Even my veterans on Earth, for example, because of the same fireworks, thought that the war had started and started to behave as if it was ingrained in their subconscious! Although... — Raze spits. — You might not care a bit. Okay, tell me what happened and why you came.

— I came to give you what you lack! Namely adventures! So rejoice!

Alexander Raze snorts.

— Well, what the hell awaits me?

— Restoration of canonical events... In general... Here's the thing... Your appearance alone in Ponyville has already dramatically changed history so-o-o-o... You'll have to be a hero!

— Oh, come on! I was literally there for a few minutes, cosplaying a dummy from the third or fourth plan. Now if I had been thrown out right before the bugs attacked Canterlot, then the canon would have broken. And what's happening here? — Raze put away the plasma machine gun and lit a cigarette, looking questioningly at Eris.

After a while, he added.

— Besides, I'm "a little" unstable, remember where I came from, so handsome. I won't recover for a long time from the fucked up mess I had on my native Earth, so it's better for me not to contact the locals at all, otherwise I'll have an attack and start a massacre, and then what?

— As they say in your homeland - "we'll have to overcome". Because your appearance alone has already caused a paradox. Twilight, instead of meeting everyone, was focused on finding you...

Alexander twitched a little, as if from leprosy. — Well, I'm an unknown person, an unexpected asshole, it would be better if I died in this torn forest... Okay, and how do you propose to fix all this?

— Very simple and unnoticeable! We either need to completely break the canon by organizing genocide or "direct" the canon in its original direction.

— Genocide? Are you serious?! No, of course, you can imagine that I've gone nuts and because flashbacks and PTSDs have piled up on me at once, I've started a bloody massacre like alien made their Terrors, but one man is no warrior in the field! Of course, I can strike the Main Six right away to deprive the country of the Elements of Harmony at least for a while, but then Celestia and Luna will immediately roll me into the asphalt! It would be better to get here with an army, or even to destroy everything with nuclear weapons! But there are no portable nukes or strategic missile bases here!

As soon as Raze mentioned Celestia with Luna, Eris let out a small laugh of irony.

— Yeah-yeah... Especially remembering the first appearance of Luna, where Celestia was who knows where and when Uncle Discord at one point turns Celestia into stone...

Raze chuckles.

— It was canon in a bloody children's cartoon, if you take the point of view of humans. But here it could be different! I dodge some simple fireballs, and she'll bake me right in my armor, or drop a mini-Sun right on my head!

— Well, she can't control the sun...

— Well... let's assume that Celestia and Luna have screwed the locals over that they are “being gods”, but she must have some abilities! Or do we also dismiss the local alter-egos, read Daybreaker and the destroyed Nightmare?

— "DAYBREAKER" is not an alter-ego, but a schizophrenic nightmare of Twilight Sparkle... So-o-o-o...

— And we also don't take into account "alternate iterations of worlds", read parallel worlds, or in the case of humans - "fanon", do we?

— Since we are not in canon, we are automatically transferred to another world where the canon is “untouched”, so basically nothing is happening now... And by the way, regarding genocide, you can return to that tree again, get the sign of approval of the spirit of harmony for the armor and organize a crusade against the “infidel” apostates from harmony… (Deus Vult!)

— The “signal” for the Star Bearded Man’s group was deactivated, right? Or does it completely not matter here and you can get this crap a second time?

— As I already said, it’s like a recorded message. I just turned off the playback so now you’ll just get a sign instead of a full “vision”.

— Hmm, let’s assume we discussed the genocide option. What about fixing the canon?

Eris sighed a little with heaviness, from which her chest rose slightly.

— It's all here... Well, it's not that it's more difficult... Here the stuffiness begins, where you and I need to do everything from the "shadows" so that canon happens, because if everything goes according to canon, then you know what to expect.

— Hmm... wherever you poke, there's a wedge. I'm as stealthy as the Rainbow Dash being nerd, and genocide is too radical, although it will allow us to "cut off" this world branch to hell.

— As an option, you can choose the third option. How was it there?... "The greater evil... The lesser evil. I prefer not to choose at all and I choose to fuck cast iron!" so you can just get the hell out of here to other lands. Since this hasn't been canon for a long time, the map has changed a hundred times already. By the way, do you have it?

— I went just recently, the map was "canonical", where there was only one Equestria and some of “nations".

— That was the map of Equestria. There is politics here, so only the elite can afford a full map, but... Listen, do you have a geoscanner in your armor to make a map? I see you have a bunch of stuff glowing, but I don't know what it's for...

— "A bunch of stuff glowing"? What do you mean? Hmm, okay, by the geoscanner... — Raze put on his helmet and checked, but obviously there was no signal. -— There is navigation, but no connection. It makes sense, there are no XCOM or other countries' satellites here!

— If it's just a satellite, then that can be easily arranged. Although it will be easier for you to strengthen the radar itself.

— Well, yes, the radar will be more useful now, and if you want, you can grab the "world map" and decide where to go from there.

Eris snapped her fingers with a small smile and a yellowish stream of lightning rushed into Alexander Raze's helmet, but no special changes were felt, except that now you could scan the entire planet if you wanted.

Alexander Reyes flinched a little, because he was not used to these divine tricks, and saw that he could perform a scan, despite the lack of high technology. Having launched the scan, data on this globe soon began to appear.

The data flow was enormous, because tons of information were simply entered into the database, and along with this, a model of the planet Equus first appeared, and soon all the individual details along with the continents and countries that weren't in canon, but were in other works.

— Well, it'll do for the first time, I guess? I don't understand your unga-bunga-matics. But the fact that the planet has changed is already obvious. Any ideas what exactly it reminds you of?

Alexander chuckles with satisfaction.
— Okay, let's assume the world is built in a fashion for a computer game, but oh well. Actually, the options are interesting. The genocide of Equestria, probably with the locals being fucked, somehow correcting the canon on the sly, but this is practically impossible due to the lack of proper skills, and...

— So all that's left for you to do is build a dacha in a place where there is no canon and relax there on barbecues. I hope you can earn some local money? No one will care about appearance since everything has changed completely.

— I'll earn some money, at least I'll go as a mercenary. But I have one more question that I almost forgot about. Is it even possible to return me back to where I fell from, and if not, then why?

— You can return... But alas, it's not that simple... You know that the planets are constantly moving? Time hasn't gone anywhere, so even if you manage to return, you'll just end up in space... Or vice versa, inside the planet itself... The chance of survival after such travels without a normal point of movement is less than one percent...

— Hmmm... I don't want to feel like Shepard from the beginning of Mass Effect 2. - Raze muttered. - And what about... another dimension? Another world? It's obvious that despite the change or not of the canon, I don't belong here, otherwise I'll start emitting all sorts of shit like some kind of seasoned cartoon necromancer because of what I've been through and how much I had to kill.

— Well, here you can breathe a sigh of relief, because moving to other worlds happens more easily than to the original point. So you can try. Although for you it's probably even necessary? But it's still unknown what kind of world it will be... Otherwise, we'll get some dark fantasy-grimdark in the style of Dark Souls... Ugh... In general - "goodbye ass", as they say...

— And can't you choose a "destination"? Or is everything left to the will of the "interdimensional winds" - wherever they kick you, sit there until you die?

— Well, movement on the principle of magic works on emotions and wishes, so if you need to go to another world, then there is no direct choice. There is a "direction" where you can direct the movement. For example, you want to... Well, I don't know... Into space, for example... You're either going to Isaac Clarke and his buddies in the madhouse, or to something completely different. We need specifics!

— Hmm! An un-ironic fucking choice.
First - genocide the whole canonical Equestria to hell
Second - return the plot through stealth, but immediately goes down in priorities because I'm not an intriguer
Third - arrange a "vacation on Rublyovka" with non-canon, and let this Equestria fuck itself as it wants.
Fourth - adventures with transference across universes... the most likely, because it has no place in the world of ponies.
Fifth...? Oh, no, only four.

— What can I say - there is a fuckton of choices... - Raze clearly wanted to say something, but suddenly he grabbed his head and even knelt down. - Grkh... bitch, just not now!

Meanwhile, everything began to distort before Alexander's eyes, the grass turns into scorched grass, the smell of burning and plasma hits his nose, even when it is not there, and before the eyes of the psionic soldier it is no longer Eris, but the Etherial of aliens. Alexander Raze's eyes glowed blue-violet from psionics.

• B-bitch! I HATE YOU! - after which Raze launches a psionic spear at the "ethereal", launches a psi-ball, and shoots from a plasma machine gun. Nothing was visible through the helmet (except for the blue-violet psi-glow where the eyes were), but it became clear that the man was hit by his memories, pain and problems with his head, which began some time after the start of the war with the aliens, and hit with the speed of a hyper-fast train and the power of a rushing freight train.

If he had stayed on Earth, he would have received psychological help, like all veterans of the war with the aliens. But he ended up here, without help, and even if he had turned to the locals, then the local psychologists would have needed help. To some extent, with the appearance of little ponies in the world, his timer started. And so, this timer reached zero...

Suddenly for himself, despite all the screams and groans of agony that one after another rushed through the head of the "former" soldier, he felt a warm, slightly fluffy hand on his cheek that with a little tenderness held him in place, giving a warm feeling of safety and comfort. Gradually, he felt another hand on his chest that pressed him to the ground and soon the fear along with anger and floating memories slowly diminished until his vision finally cleared up as if a veil of fog had left his eyes and as soon as Raze "began" to distinguish reality from memories, everything settled down a little and in front of him he saw a rather serious but at the same time calming face of Eris who looked as if she was very worried about the soldier.

— Are you... Are you feeling better?...

The princess of Chaos asked calmly and slowly, looking straight into Raze's eyes while he lay on the ground covered in cold sweat, but his hands, stiff from the attack, were still nervously clenching as if he were pulling the trigger. Howl hook let it be empty in his hands.

— Calm down... I'm with you... This isn't real... It's all long gone... You're here...

Raze lit a cigarette somehow. Smoking helped him calm down. Several minutes later he started to speak.

— Actually, that's what I fucking said. Someday these nightmares will eat me up. If it weren't for this conversation now, then there probably would have been a local genocide, or something even worse. Okay... Hmh, I didn't expect... fuck... - he sighs heavily. - ...such a turn of events from you.

— So it would have been better to leave you writhing in agony until your heart stopped from an excess of emotions?

— Yes! I'm a soldier who's already fought for humanity! And after that fucking alien Flagship I was thrown HERE! In the best case scenario, they would have methodically treated me for what I had suffered, like thousands and thousands of other soldiers, but because of getting into this shitty world of these shitty marshmallow-positive ponies... — the flow of words stopped, and Raze lit up again. He understood that he would spend almost all of his cigarettes, but he couldn’t do anything.

— Well, I don’t agree with this, at least here... Are you sure everything is okay? Can you get up?

Raze nods and carefully gets up, after which he calmly approaches the weapon, and sighing, reloads the weapon and sends it to the “pocket”. He doesn’t need it here yet, otherwise he’ll do something similar, and forget about it.

— So, it’s completely logical that I don’t belong here. All that’s left is to decide what to do.

— Although you can’t go back, I can help with what’s next... You have many worlds that humanity has invented, right? Is there a more or less calm place?

— Hmh…let me think.

“Lord of the Rings? Interesting, fantasy.”

“The Hobbit? Same deal.”

“Warhammer? It’s best not to go there at all for now…”

“Mass Effect? Better, but there’s a lot of bullshit with Reapers and other idiocy like the RGB ending. I’m not ready to go there, i need to prepare in another worlds”

“Hmh, what else do I remember there? No, no…HM! Star Wars?! Yeah, I think that would be a great universe to, quote: “get back in the saddle” and “put on your guns again,”. So it’s decided.”

Judging by his appearance, Raze has made up his mind.

— So, do you know about Star Wars?

— Empire, Sith, and Order 66? I’ve seen a few comics but I wasn’t hooked.

— Actually, I want to go there. The technology level is better there, and there’s definitely work for the skills. Well, and the typical man-boyish desire to have a pew-pew on all sorts of spaceships. — Alexander grinned.

— You can. True, the final destination here depends on you. Just in case, I'd better give you a little of my magic so you can move around... And talk to me if something happens...

— New perks? Hmmm, I like the new perks... Actually, when are we going to start?

— Right now... I sense some "magic" in you, I'm not sure what it is, but probably everything should open up soon.

— So we'll wait…